The wind is cold,
and the rain comes down
in a mixture of white
and water.
She is somebody's daughter...
driving around,
looking for redemption,
searching for sympathy,
craving love
and a place
to call her own,
to finally belong.
It's been a hard road
for somebody's daughter...
a hard road of betrayal,
broken promises
and shame.
The sun is a distant memory
on a day like today,
where the road
meets the gray horizon
in an uneasy alliance,
and the world feels crooked-
canted off to one side.
She is trying to stand,
to find balance
so she can
continue her journey.
The loneliness is all consuming,
and she has time to wonder
where it all went wrong-
before the blinding lights
take over,
and the carousel slowly
makes it's way
around the world,
one more time,
one more time around
for somebody's daughter.
and the rain comes down
in a mixture of white
and water.
She is somebody's daughter...
driving around,
looking for redemption,
searching for sympathy,
craving love
and a place
to call her own,
to finally belong.
It's been a hard road
for somebody's daughter...
a hard road of betrayal,
broken promises
and shame.
The sun is a distant memory
on a day like today,
where the road
meets the gray horizon
in an uneasy alliance,
and the world feels crooked-
canted off to one side.
She is trying to stand,
to find balance
so she can
continue her journey.
The loneliness is all consuming,
and she has time to wonder
where it all went wrong-
before the blinding lights
take over,
and the carousel slowly
makes it's way
around the world,
one more time,
one more time around
for somebody's daughter.